A/N: Well, I got this idea after sitting through a 4 and a half hour baseball game (and getting bored out of my mind). Hope you enjoy!

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Prompt 48, Diamond

"And it all comes down to this," Michelangelo whispered loudly in his best announcer-voice imitation. "With two outs, two strikes, and three runs at the bottom of the ninth, this hit will determine the fate of the home team!"

"We know, Mike," Raphael growled irritably. "We can all read the screen too!"

Just then, the pitcher threw a curveball. Less than a second later, there was a resounding crack as wood met leather and the ball went flying backwards in a spectacular foul. The television showed people surging around the drop point, trying to get a hold of the ball.

With a grin, Raphael leaned back into the sofa cushions. "You were sayin'?"

Michelangelo stuck his tongue out. "It's not my fault that that one doesn't count! Anyway," he cleared his throat and again took on the announcer-voice, "once again, it all comes down to this."

Again, the ball flew backwards into the stands.

Raphael's smirk grew larger. "Don'tcha get sick of bein' wrong all the time?"

"I'm NOT wrong all the time!"

"Just most o' the time?"

Leonardo and Donatello exchanged a glance and rolled their eyes. "Guys, can we please just watch the game? It doesn't really matter who's right about this."

"Fine."

The joker and the hothead both sat back with a bit of a pout and a huff. Yet as the pitcher watched the catcher's hand signals, Michelangelo couldn't help himself. "It may or may not come down to this!"

Smack!

"Hey!" The youngest rubbed his head.

"That was m'hand coming down to your head," Raphael snorted, straightening back up from the stretch.

Making a face, Michelangelo threw a piece of popcorn straight into the side of the red-clad turtle's head.

"That's it!" Raphael jumped up off of the couch.

With a girly shriek, Michelangelo bounded up off of his lawn chair, sending the remaining kernels of popcorn flying, and ran from his brother's charge.

Shaking his head, Leonardo turned up the volume. "One would think that they're more interested in annoying each other than the fact that number fifteen just hit a home run."

"Yeah, one would think," Donatello agreed.

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